You're not any more than a harsh scent that fouls my nostrils Beg - you're begging for your worth and falling short of... Change will do you no good now
Squirm - your helpless struggles form my entertainment and I laugh For the choice has already been made and was not mine Breathe like you have your last breath to look forward to and you do For I offer only pity and have run thin of...
Mercy pleas won't save you now
My fingertips caress your fragile neck and hold on firm And as I squeeze I hear you wheeze and watch your body squirm Around your reddening face my tightening brace continues strong Your bloody screams out only seems to me a joyous song
Feel me breathe in your last breath Let me bathe in bloody death Feel the blood lining your neck Let me bathe in bloody death
I, I'm not to blame No it is something deep inside of me I, I'm not insane No there is something taking hold of me
You're not any more than a harsh scent that fouls my nostrils Beg - you're begging for your worth and falling short of change Breathe - like you have your last breath to look forward to and you do For I offer only pity and have run thin of mercyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
